This is the un-melted article, still with its binder. I had begun heating it with the torch, which is why the mold is charred and blackened, but unfortunately the gas tank picked that very moment, to run empty. My old man has, however, bought a fresh tank, so I can again start work, since we both use the torch whenever needed. And thankfully, I didn't have to pay anything towards it. I did ask him to pick up some smaller little gas cylinders for my own hand-held blowtorches, but unfortunately he didn't know what fitting type to get, so, well, I need to get some myself.
Oh well. I needed to buy some denatured alcohol or methanol anyhow, as well as some isopropanol, I'm running way too low on solvents for my liking, having what I use dictated by what is available on the shelves, in my solvent cupboard and the fridge is most unacceptable. I want to simply decide what I want and/or need to use, go to the lab, pick it up and do whatever it is that I'm going to do with it, not have to think about it and go buy more.
Last time I put in a big order from somewhere that has very good prices, or appears to, only, they tried to do a runner with nearly half a grand. Thankfully it was on my card and I simply reversed the charges after they refused to reply to at first polite enquiry as to delivery time, and request for acknowledgement, then getting irritated when weeks and weeks (for somewhere apparently UK based) went by and nothing, despite repeated attempts at email. Their phone line wasn't even manned, and I'd tried on several days for several hours to get through. Ignored. Ignored pissy emails, and eventually it degenerated into outright fury and my letting loose on them.
I've still been meaning, that reminds me, to send trading standards after the pricks. If that had been a payment made other than by card meaning it was reversible, they would have defrauded me and made off with a couple of small notes in change from half a bastard grand. Someone in fact, went down to their 'office' and found that it was unmanned, no signage, just a few chemical drums in a yard.
They are lucky it wasn't me that went down there, or somebody would have ended up welded into one of those drums and dumped in a lake somewhere (after, of course, taking any stock if any they actually did have)
I saw several glowing reviews online. But later investigation afterwards, every single positive review I found was made by either a one-post shill, or a shill who had posted the same lying shite multiple times, anyone with a reputation for reviews, when I dug such up, told me they were a bunch of fucking snakes, basically.
I left a review of my own, too. And it was...shall we say, less than complimentary. Far less. About as complimentary as a brick in the face. Which should I ever meet the owner of this so called supplier, they will receive. And be made to hand over their wallet in exchange for my loss of a perfectly good brick and the acid needed to dissolve the body when they regain consciousness. And for that matter, the salt needed to pour all over them after having skinned them alive. Hell, I'd quite happily charge them for a replacement rusty stanley knife blade in exchange for the one that would need disposing of after having used it to remove their skin and tan it for a new leather coat. Or at the very least, a new set of boots and gloves. And they'd be buying me a new set of pliers to replace those used to remove their teeth, finger- and toenails and a bit more salt for said bodyparts.
I was relying on a rapid shipment, as should have been expected, too, since I NEEDED the things I'd ordered and in double-quick time too. Fucking scamming je...pig fuckers.
was it something I said?